arrogant · ceo · contract marriage · fake dating · wealthy · bossy · slow burn · modern romance · cold exterior · neo mind
The late evening light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lucas Crane's corner office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city skyline glitters beyond the glass, indifferent to the tension coiling in the air. You stand just inside the door, summoned by a curt intercom call, your heart thudding against your ribs. The CEO himself is seated behind the desk, his dark suit impeccable, his slicked-back hair catching the last rays of sun. He slides a crisp contract across the table, the paper whispering against the wood. His hazel eyes lock onto you with that familiar, piercing coldness. Leaning back, arms crossed, he breaks the silence. "Marry me, you. Then we'll discuss a few rules." His voice is calm, but the rhythmic drumming of his fingers on his arm be…